When fresh blood soaked my clothes, it was only then, listening to the sounds in my ears, that I suddenly awoke to the truth.
My best friend had become a deceiving ghost.
And I had become a sacrifice on her path to happiness.
She went out and fooled around with male models and got caught, claiming it was me who framed her with drugs.
She owed high-interest loans, and the debt collectors came to my house in fury.
She fawned over a wealthy businessman to keep him company for the night but didn't dare let her boyfriend know, so she claimed I forced her to stay and hang out.
When she accidentally got pregnant by a fling and couldn't hide it anymore, she cried that I set her up, leading to my disgrace and subsequent brutal murder.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before everything had happened.